The Blues

May 26, 2014 § 1 Comment

Processed with VSCOcam with b1 presetLast week I spent a few days in Cocoa Beach, Florida with my freakishly-healthy, eighty-four year old grandmother. Prior to my arrival, some medical issues popped up out of the blue like a fin and she, having never been prescribed medicine in her life, has been slow to accept her limitations. I.e. she doesn’t want to rest. I.e. she tires quicker when walking her pug down the palm tree laden street. I.e. it was pretty good timing that I already requested off work. Each morning when asked how she was feeling, she’d respond to me on a scale of how pale she felt. “Pale” being the only word she could articulate her low-energy, somewhat head-achey, imbalanced self. It became sort of a joke, feeling pale. I can’t explain how sweet it was to hear her giggling between sentences like, “No, no paleness.” or, “You know what, honey, I’m feeling a little pale again.” We did the things we always do: played dominos, talked about my grandfather, stashed coconut macaroons from the Chinese Buffet in our purses. But we did them slowly, taking breaks, and checking our blood pressure. While I was there, I read Maggie Nelson’s book Bluets. It is a manifesto of sorts surrounding author/poet/girl’s affection and personal attachment to the color blue. It’s remarkable. And while I don’t have a constant, overwhelming attachment to any shade—I felt less alone in my attachment to texture and mood that objects, definitely certain types of light, can bring. I felt less alone in my attachment to loneliness in general. Nelson’s book isn’t about feeling the blues, but its pages reminded me of how often and deeply I do. Which is a thing about me I have somehow chosen or not. My earliest memory is one of complete despair when discovering that my mom had washed the pants I’d worn to preschool. I was upset because I had won something, chose a Ulysses butterfly sticker as my prize, and wanted to give it to her. What mother wasn’t obsessed with butterflies in the mid-nineties? The paper disintegrated in the washing machine and I couldn’t get over the sadness I felt (clearly, still talking about it two decades later). This story is supposed to somehow connect with the idea that we don’t stop learning how to be hurt, and that’s fine. I took a lot of things from Bluets. Truly. Ransacked the thing. I loved it. But mostly it just reminded me of how beautiful, and humbling, it is to be disappointed. So deep, I know. When I was in Cocoa, it was odd to notice my grandmother’s blues. Her frustration volleying in-between doctors and nurses, the ache of her husband who actually only wore blue collared shirts, and the visible navy bruise on her cheekbone from the initial fall. But it is also necessary to see bright things in the shade. We had fun. Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with f2 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset Processed with VSCOcam with t1 preset IMG_7326

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May 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetMornings as of late? Close to perfect. By now, spring is basically summer in Charleston and I can’t remember feeling so warm (and dare I say it- calm) in far too long.  My twenty-first birthday kicked off the first day of the month and the invisible, twinkly, birthday magic hasn’t exactly stopped. I don’t know why. I keep telling it to stop. But things, right now, 100% rule. I have finally recovered from the exam week from hell, where I briefly hated being awake in the morning, since they were not entirely mornings but nights rolling into the next day, all of which were soul-sucking and awful. And like all difficult things, it ended quicker than I could continue to continue to cry over it.  Since, everything feels beyond shocking in its simplicity. Mornings are laying in bed with actually nothing to do…for hours…but bask in the emptiness, and freedom, of that feeling.  I’ve had mornings at work, mornings in cafés, mornings at barre classes, mornings on a yoga mat, mornings oversleeping, mornings in Raleigh full of love & coffee & listening to Danny practice keyboards or guitar or sing that new Usher single, mornings on the beach with cocktails & hung over, happy people, mornings celebrating my mom & all mothers, mornings celebrating me. And I don’t why it matters, but it all does.

-xo (floating on a confetti-filled-cloud) E

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First legal drink purchased by moi.  21 is so easy.

First legal drink purchased by moi. 21 is so easy.

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Honus Honus doin’ his thang



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